Collected Poems, by William Butler Yeats

Crazy Jane on the Mountain

I AM tired of cursing the Bishop,

(Said Crazy Jane)

Nine books or nine hats

Would not make him a man.

I have found something worse

To meditate on.

A King had some beautiful cousins.

But where are they gone?

Battered to death in a cellar,

And he stuck to his throne.

Last night I lay on the mountain.

(Said Crazy Jane)

There in a two-horsed carriage

That on two wheels ran

Great-bladdered Emer sat.

Her violent man

Cuchulain sat at her side;

Thereupon’

Propped upon my two knees,

I kissed a stone

I lay stretched out in the dirt

And I cried tears down.

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